At the young age of eight, I learned to cope with loss, with the idea of not having someone in my life, and to collect the concept of suicide. From a young age, I've had thoughts of what I shouldn't. This is a story of that day, the day that I lost one of the most important people in my life. This is how I learned to cope. This is how I learned that what happens in the past needs to stay in the past, or that's all that you're going to be, a memory of someones past. I hope you can learn from this, and I also hope that this can help you to accept the concept and understanding of what suicide and depression is. I hope that you'll learn that no matter how little you feel, you always mean the world to someone and you don't realize it. You are loved.